Growing Old Sucks Ass

My friends and I ventured out to play some basketball today.

A bunch of 30 somethings, who haven't played ball in about 6+ months. This was not going to be fun.

We get to our usual court...planning to take it easy.
Our usual court was inundated with many heads playing...so we run a full. 5 on 5.

5 teen-twenty somethings (early twenties) vs us, a bunch of tired walking to the court, it's too cold to play, old farts.

Up and down we go. 1o mins in...score 1 to 1. DAMN! This is going to be a long ass game.
3rd time up and down...my ass is tired.

Basically is me and the boys plodding up and down for 45 min...there's a lot of walking and half running (you know...the fake run people do when they cross a cross-walk, but there is a car waiting to turn, so you speed up by moving your arms in a running motion fake run).

Near the end of the game...I sidle up to the cat that was guarding me...let's say he was around 25, to make me feel better. I huff and puff and the cat says: "I know how you feel...I'm getting up to your age soon."

Now that is funny.

Afer the game, i wasn't feeling so good.
My boy, JM, thought he was going to puke. He didn't.

Growing old sucks ass. Amen!

Dog-gone

For the past couple of weeks my boss has been bringing in her new dog. Cute little guy. Well behaved.

You should've seen the days that he didn't show up...a bunch of us moping around, like our best friend moved away.

So, after this 3 day, President's Day weekend, I was looking forward to seeing the little guy. But, what's this?

Someone narc'ed on the dog and security handed down the law. No dogs on premises.

Now I am sad.

Taste the sadness...you narc.

Drivng to work, also known as...AAAARGH!!!!

If you know me, then you know my dislike for moron drivers.

Today, this VW Bug cuts me off on the freeway, no signal (of course). It then pull back into the lane it came from and I slowly pass it up.

I give the requsite stare.

Only to see that it is some girl, wearing this bright green beret/driving cap, who is leaning her head against the window, so as i only see the top of her stupid cap. With one hand on the wheel and the other against her ear holding her crappy phone, yapping away.

She then cuts into another lane. i have no idea if she knew if it was safe to change. She possibly can't see here mirrors in this position.

The this thought dawns on me...

Drivers like here (which there are many)...rely on the awareness/reaction/safety of others not to hit them. Where else in one's life do you trust another stranger not to hit you with their weapon.

If i saw a man walking down the street with a knife or a gun...i would think to myself that i am heading towards trouble. Same thing here.

I am annoyed...like many others...how people take driving for granted. On the phone/eating/reading/shaving/make-upping. It goes on. These are the same people that get angry at others for cutting THEM off. Morons...the lot of them.

There are dangers out there people. They are the moron drivers.

Mr Muffet

Well...we went out to celebrate a belated Valentine's last night. Really nice restauranat in our neighborhood.

Good food and dessert!!!

Halfway through the meal though...out the corner of my eye...I spy...A SPIDER!!!! hanging from the above balcony/mezzanine of the restaurant.

Immediately i tell Trace as I begin to freak. The spider was small, but it's the small ones that are the most dangerous...for many reasons. The neighboring parton also spies the creepy-crawly and tells her companion.

We look at it in somewhat of a respectful awe and ambivilence. The spider lets itself down onto the floor. Trace promptly steps on it...with no fanfare, the danger is over.

The neighboring patrons look on with a possible hint of disgust that we (she) would kill it. I say to them...kill or be killed.

Trace is my hero. Thanks!